[G]reetings, foolish mortals, to Soho Taco. We will be your hosts – your ghost hosts.
Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is your carne asada taco actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, hmm…?
And consider this dismaying observation: our taco cart has no windows, and no doors… which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out! Of course, there’s always my way…
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Happy Halloween, guys and ghouls!!
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